My favorite memory was when I killed my first deer . So there we were sitting against a tree my cousin Jeff by my side and my cousin Josh walking around the property trying to send a deer our way then all of a sudden Jeff's phone rang. it was Josh. He said he had just jumped a deer and it was headed our way. My heart started racing then in a blink there was a deer in walking in front of me my heart is racing twice as fast right now and Jeff makes a sound to stop the deer and i take that safety off the gun and look through the scope and put the cross hairs on the deer and shot. As the deer ran off Jeff asked if i had hit him and i said, " I had the cross hairs right behind its shoulder when i shot and he took the gun and said we had to give it some time so he said we had to wait for five minutes. All i have to say is that was the longest five minutes of my life, and when we go to look for it we could not find the blood trail he said i had missed and i said that there was no way i missed, i was right on the heart. So we looked for like ten minutes and couldn't find anything so we set up to shoot a different deer but right as we were sitting down we saw a drop of blood and the trail so we followed the trail to my deer and i saw that i had hit it good and we found it up against a tree so we field dressed it and took it to the butcher.
